The man's face was thin and his eyes were sunken. Perhaps he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time, so his face was very pale.
Although his appearance is almost non-human, you can still see a face that is very similar to that of Hall Master Yang on his haggard face.
To say that twins must be impossible, some answers are already obvious after seeing his end.
Obviously, this man is the real one, Yang Jinhong, the owner of Jinhong Martial Arts School.
And he noticed that the "Master Yang" who behaved strangely probably didn't know who he was. He didn't know how he disguised himself as Master Yang, and then sneaked into Taixi City.
Nowadays, when Taixi City is extremely wanted for the Red Fire Thieves, in such a situation, this guy is really audacious to lurk in the city alone.
Chen Xiu made numerous guesses about Yang Jinhong, the master of their martial arts school, such as practicing magic skills and dragging these people somewhere to refine the magic skills.
The most he thought of was colluding with the Red Fire Thieves, but he never thought of such a scenario.
The tapping sound of Shen Xiu putting down the bowls and chopsticks obviously woke up the sleeping man. The man's hands and feet moved subconsciously at first, and then he slowly raised his head as if aware of it.
When he saw Shen Xiu who was still standing aside, he couldn't help but startled slightly when he saw this unfamiliar face, and a sound as dry as sand stuck in his throat resounded in his throat.
"Ahem... I'm here to see him off on his way... I just don't know how young Qingben can be a thief..."
Seeing that the other party regarded him as an accomplice of the Red Fire Thief, Chen Xiu was not surprised, "May I ask if you are Yang Jinhong, the owner of the Jinhong Martial Arts School?"
The man coughed dryly, and a trace of contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Don't you know this all along? What are you doing here knowingly asking questions!"
"I come from outside the village and am a disciple of Jinhong Martial Arts School," Shen Xiu said in a low voice, directly revealing his identity.
And this statement immediately made Yang Jinhong on the opposite side look stunned. He thought it was impossible at first, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with disbelief.
Then he felt that it was too farfetched, and his eyes gradually dimmed again.
"Now that you can't get the skills I have, are you thinking of using other methods..."
Ever since he was imprisoned in Red Fire Village, the other party had used any means, whether it was coercion, inducement, or severe torture, in order to get out the Kung Fu from him.
Using this method can be regarded as a way.
Seeing that Yang Jinhong didn't seem to believe what he said, Chen Xiu wasn't surprised.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Most of the elite disciples in our academy mobilized by our Yang Guanzong a few days ago thought that Yinshi set out to attack the Red Fire Stronghold, but I got separated and had no intention of breaking into it."
Yang Jinhong was stunned when he heard this, his eyes just stared at Shen Xiu's face.
It seems to judge the authenticity of his words.
However, Chen Xiu didn't care whether Yang Jinhong believed it or not. He stretched out his hand and used a little force to pull open the fine iron shackles on Yang Jinhong's body with his bare hands.
"I don't have time to stay here now. Now they are on the way led by Yang Jinhong. I have to find a way to report the news. As for Yang Guilin Master, just wish yourself well!"
The chains on the wooden frame fell to the ground with a clatter. Yang Jinhong was speechless, looking at the suddenly freed hands and feet in a daze.
The sudden freedom made him suddenly feel that everything was like a dream, and it seemed that it was not a fake.
All the past events came to mind, and he couldn't help but feel extremely sad when he thought about these miserable expressions.
His face suddenly turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He punched the ground with a ferocious expression, "Wang Yuehu deserves to die, damn him! He ruined my many years of foundation like this!"
"Wang Yuehu?"
"The Master Yang who disguised himself to look like me is the second master of the Red Fire Village Dragon Tiger Leopard. That boy is good at disguise and poisoning. I fell in love with him in the first place!"
Yang Jinhong looked angry when he mentioned this person, and he said the word "Second Master" very hard.
Thinking of the inhuman experience for such a long time, he wanted to eat his flesh and swallow his bones.
"Little brother, since you are a disciple of my martial arts school, how about you do me a favor now."
"What's the deal?"
Shen Xiu glanced at him and then said, "You said I can do whatever I can. If it's to help you get revenge, then forget it."
Yang Long, the master of Chihuo Taoism, is a four-level martial arts cultivator in the Guizang realm.
And the fake gym owner Wang Yuehu who replaced Yang Jinhong. It may also be a martial arts cultivator in the four realms.
The four realms are stored away, and the five internal organs in the body are warmed and nourished by the breath, forming an air film for protection, which greatly enhances the resistance and recovery ability of the body's internal organs.
With two powerful martial arts cultivators from the Fourth Realm together, and the red fire bandits who were like wasps in the village, he only rushed forward because of his brain.
"It's not a big deal, just help me pull out a few nails in my body."
As he spoke, Yang Jinhong took off his shirt, revealing his scarred body, with more than a dozen jet-black nails piercing directly into his chest, abdomen and even back.
Due to the body's rejection of foreign objects, the edge of the wound that has never healed is covered with red and black blood scabs, covered layer by layer with fresh blood, which looks particularly scary.
Even the lute bones on both sides of the shoulders were penetrated by long nails, extending behind them and fixed on the solid ground.
Chen Xiu was shocked to see such a cruel method, and looked at Yang Jinhong in astonishment.
It is hard to imagine that such a tenacious will power is hidden in that skinny and jagged body, like duckweed in the wind.
"In order to prevent me from leaving, Yang Long pierced my bones, shattered my Dantian, meridians, and destroyed all my cultivation."
Looking at Shen Xiu in front of him, pulling out nails one by one from his body, he explained bit by bit.
The pain of pulling out nails tugged at the corners of his mouth, but his tone was calm after anger, as if none of these miserable and inhuman experiences had happened to him.
Just when Shen Xiu had pulled out all the nails and was about to take him away from the route he came from, Yang Jinhong suddenly stopped him.
"Brother Shen, right? You should leave first. I have to finish something." Yang Jinhong leaned on the wall and smiled lightly at Shen Xiu.
Shen Xiu frowned, his pipa bone was pierced and his cultivation was destroyed, just like an ordinary person. Is this still a matter of emotion?
"Do you know why Yang Long imprisoned me like this?" Yang Jinhong suddenly asked confusedly.
Shen Xiu thought about it: "The Qiyao door-breaking knife on the owner of the hall!"
Yang Jinhong shook his head, but did not explain directly, but smiled rather sadly.
"I have another identity, the first sect in Yunzhou, an abandoned disciple of the Vajra Temple."
"I also possess a skill..."
"Grade, Dao grade."
The tone of voice is calm, but the content is thunderous.
